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    “I’m sorry,” Kumar whispered.
    “Sorry? For what?” Sasha froze.
    “For using again. The way the job went down when we stole the Chalice could have gotten your sister killed, or worse. We haven’t talked about it. We need to.”
    “Now?” Sasha groaned, her body on fire for his touch.
     
     
    Kumar dropped on her. His dick remained painfully erect, pressed hard against the warm lips of her core. He wanted to make love to her, but for weeks he’d been unable to do so without anger and jealousy driving his emotions. He had to let go or he’d use again. Already he had that itch to do so. He lifted and forced himself to look her in the eye when he spoke.
    “Let me finish.” He brushed away stray strands from the left side of her face. He kissed her nose, and the small wrinkle between her perfectly arched brows. Sasha, and what they shared, surpassed sex or companionship. She had become his nirvana. It burned his gut to know Lee had touched her, hurt her. Even now the chambers of his heart weakened over the mere thought of her vulnerability. After the score, Lee had been consumed with Michelle’s recovery. Her release meant business would begin again. Well, it would have to go on without Sasha. He planned to make sure of it.
    “What happened between you and Lee happened before we knew each other,” he continued. “I had no right to treat you the way I did.” A soft sigh escaped her when his lips brushed hers. “I love you, Sasha Dixon. I’ve never loved a woman as much. I got crazy, but I’m not using that shit anymore. I need you to believe in me again.”
     
     
    Sasha had to fight her own battle of personal restraint against exclaiming with joy over his profession of love. She felt astonishment over the sense of fulfillment Kumar brought to her life. How had she become so lucky? After her sister’s shooting, they all moved through the days pretending they hadn’t changed. Kumar busied himself with work. He’d watch TV with her, fight with her over a dinner choice, and never mention the source of his pain. She even feared he’d started using again. But if he said the worst had come and gone, she would believe him.
    “I’m sorry, too, Kumar. I love you. Only you. I never had sex with Lee. That’s the God’s honest truth. You do know that, right?”
    “I do.”
    For long, breathless moments, neither of them moved. She lay in the drowsy warmth of their bed with his cock pressed into her throbbing center. Desire bloomed in her pelvis and filled her channel with wet heat. She couldn’t part her thighs wide enough to remind him of the invitation. With slow precision, he plunged into her deeply; he claimed her. A soft sob shook her slender frame. Long, hard strokes sent him so far she felt sure he had lodged himself in her heart.
    “Yes, baby,” she breathed, running her tongue over her top lip to the feel of the delicious thickness that filled her, stretching her channel without mercy.
    Kumar’s rapid thrusts drove him in and out so her legs were tossed upward. Lifted to a V, her ankles rested on the outer curve of his shoulders. He gripped her under her butt cheeks, parted them, and kept with the hip thrusts once she opened wide enough to receive him. His testicles slapped at the seat of her ass, and she dug her nails into the mattress. Sasha rotated her hips against the ensuing pressure and let pleasure rip through her.
    “So good, so good,” he grunted through clenched teeth.
    Sasha felt her climax mounting, waves of pressure starting from her tender sex, and spread outward in a burst of sensations that forced her to arch up into him.
    “I want to taste you,” Kumar said. He lowered her legs and came down hard on her, thrusting his dick in and out of her as he ran his tongue under her neck, sampling her sweat. They found a shared groove that made the mattress squeak. The sound of wet flesh smacking against wet flesh, along with pleasured moans and groans escaping them both, created a